Hawthorne, Nathaniel / 2008-06-21 00:00:00

1836
TWICE-TOLD TALES
THE WEDDING KNELL
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
THERE IS A CERTAIN CHURCH in the city of New York which I have
always regarded with peculiar interest, on account of a marriage there
solemnized, under very singular circumstances, in my grandmother's
girlhood. That venerable lady chanced to be a spectator of the
scene, and ever after made it her favorite narrative. Whether the
edifice now standing on the same site be the identical one to which
she referred, I am not antiquarian enough to know; nor would it be
worth while to correct myself, perhaps, of an agreeable error, by
reading the date of its erection on the tablet over the door. It is
a stately church, surrounded by an inclosure of the loveliest green,
within which appear urns, pillars, obelisks, and other forms of
monumental marble, the tributes of private affection, or more splendid
memorials of historic dust. With such a place, though the tumult of
the city rolls beneath its tower, one would be willing to connect some
legendary interest.
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